Category Archives: Poetry

All The Seeds

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he sleeps next to me

as sleep avoids me

.

I try to rest one piece

at a time breath after breath

.

he knows best as the moon

rises late behind the roofs

.

me I can’t wait for the sun

to shine on all the seeds

.

I planted in me

and in the dirt

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Breathing

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it’s the stall that

makes me nervous

the space between

branches that

.

makes me breath

.

the silent wake up

calls before the

birds sing that

has me pray

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